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Spotlight and Giveaway: Fractured Dream: The Dreamer Saga by K.M. Randall

Morning, everyone. 🙂 Another spotlight for you while I get my reviews sorted, and this time I’m chuffed to include a giveaway with the spotlight! Check out the end of the post for details. 🙂

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Have you ever wondered where fairytales go once they’re created?

It’s been eight years since Story Sparks last had a dream. Now they’re back,
tormenting her as nightmares she can’t remember upon waking. The black
waters of Lake Sandeen, where her Uncle Peter disappeared decades
before, may hold the secret to Story’s hidden memories, or a truth she’d
rather not know. On a bright summer afternoon, Story and her two best
friends, Elliott and Adam, take a hike to the lake, where they dive into
the cool water and never reemerge. What they find is beyond anything
they’ve ever imagined could be possible, a world where dangers lurk in
the form of Big Bad Wolves, living Nightmares and meddlesome witches and

Now Story must remember who she really is and somehow stop
two worlds from ultimate annihilation, all while trying not to be too
distracted by the inexplicable pull she feels toward a certain dark-eyed
traveler who seems to have secrets of his own. The fates of the worlds
are counting on her.

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About the Author:

As a girl, K.M. always wished she’d suddenly come into magical powers or cross over into a Faerie circle. Although that has yet to happen, she instead lives vicariously through the characters she creates in writing fantasy and delving into the paranormal. When K.M. is not busy writing her next novel, she is the editor-in-chief of a blog covering the media industry, as well as an editor with Booktrope Publishing. She has a master’s degree in journalism from Syracuse University and a bachelor’s degree in English-Lit from Nazareth College of Rochester. K.M. lives in Upstate New York’s Finger Lakes region with her husband and her extremely energetic little boy. Fractured Dream is her first novel.

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Here’s an excerpt to get you interested. 🙂

Excerpt from Fractured Dream, Chapter Thirty-Four

Big Bad’s Camp

He knew if he’d told Story he was going, she would have refused. So now here he was, belly down in the brush near the Wolves’ camp and covered in unicorn shit. It was the one animal the Wolves wouldn’t hunt, and so when Jess had told them all to cover themselves in it, he hadn’t complained. He knew once the Wolves picked up their scent, they were dead. Even Miss Red wouldn’t be able to take the entire clan down, which was guarding Ninian and Jemma now.

A movement in the tall grass alerted Nicholas, who cocked his head to the breeze and sniffed the air. His smell might not be as good as the Wolves’, but he knew what to look out for, having spent many a night sharing a campfire with them—when the only way to cover their animal stench was to let smoke from the burning wood seep into his clothes and skin.

Nicholas stiffened as the sound grew nearer. His hand went to the knife in his belt, but the smell told him it wasn’t Wolf. No, it smelled like . . .

Hey, Wolf lover,” Jess hissed with a smirk the dimness of the night did nothing to cover. She had big lips and a wide, white smile that was almost as wolfish as the creatures she hunted.

Hey,” he whispered back, grinding his teeth only for a second at the barb, instead focusing on the scene only twenty feet or so beyond. They had to be careful. If the breeze blew a certain way, the Wolves could snatch their whispered plans from the wind.

The Amazonian redhead had belly-crawled next to him, her red hair dragging in the dirt behind her. Nicholas had to admire how she didn’t bat a pretty eyelash at the filth of shit and grime. But then again, she was a Red Riding Hood, and despite her acerbic personality, he knew she was tough. The smirk was gone by the time she reached him, replaced by the expression of a plotting predator. She jerked her head to the camp below as a greeting and arched her brows in question.

This was the Wolves’ main camp, located near The Capital. Tents dotted the landscape and it looked like any military compound, except the number of Wolves was nowhere near what they had bargained for. No, it was much greater, here where Wolves slept like men. Nicholas could not comprehend it at all. There hadn’t been this many of them at the other camp, where they’d held Story only days before. But then again, he’d never actually gotten a chance to look around.

There’s a lot of them,” Jess whispered seriously below the fortunate din of the breeze.

Nicholas nodded, but turned a devil-may-care grin on her. “Yeah, but they’re stupid,” he whispered as stealthily back.

How do ya gather?” she asked.

They’re Wolves, and yet they sleep in tents. Back under Nigel’s leadership, they slept and subsisted as Wolves, living and breathing their animal counterparts. Here they’re sitting ducks in slumber, waiting to be picked off by hunters looking for the nicest hide.”

Jess seemed to take his comment into regard and nodded seriously. The snideness was gone as the hunter had come out to play. “I see what you mean,” she murmured. “Nigel always was the smart one.”

Yes, I’m sure it makes you proud he was your Wolf,” Nicholas said sarcastically, unable to help himself at the stab at her ego.

Listen, I don’t like you for Story—or like you in general for that matter—but I do think you should know, since we’re going down there as allies, that the only thing that matters to me right this moment is seeing Ninian and Jemma out of there. And yes, it’s a turn-on that I offed the alpha to these sorry excuse for Wolves, but they’re all equally as vicious and equally as likely to kill our quarry and us. So this is my peace offering. Don’t mess up and I won’t tell Story horrible things about you.” She offered her hand with a feral smile.

Oh, well, how could I say no to that?” Nicholas retorted, but then grinned lightly in the night and shook her hand. “And who knows, you might get your wish after this since I left without Story’s permission.”

Jess chuckled low in response, pointing one long finger toward a lone man who was checking the perimeters. “It’s now or never,” she said with a nod, and then as fast as he’d seen any Wolf ever move, Jess was on the man. She had her knife to his neck so tight that there was no way he would be able to howl an alert, or his jugular would be cut with the slightest motion. The most he might illicit would be a gurgle. Nicholas quickly joined her, checking around to make sure no other Wolves were in sight.

Staring into the glinting, yellow eyes of the Wolf, Nicholas smiled like he thought his father might smile right before he ordered someone to death or worse, torture. He knew he must look horrible, because the yellowed whites of the Wolf’s eyes rolled back.

Raise an alert and I’ll make sure you die slowly. I’ve watched my father enough times to know the best way to kill a man gradually.” Nicholas was pretty sure that Jess’s presence alone would have been enough to make him talk, such had her reputation preceded her. This particular Big Bad was pretty scrawny, and he knew fear when he saw it. The Big Bad was quaking in his fur, his sneer trembled, and if he’d been in Wolf form, his hackles would have been up.

Where are our friends?” he asked as Jess continued to hold the Wolf tightly.

Their captive laughed, bits of saliva dangling from his mouth. “I tell you, I die in pain; I don’t tell you, I die horribly,” he growled, spit spraying. “Just kill me.” Nicholas realized what he was about to do and started to warn Jess, but it was too late. The Big Bad threw himself into the knife at his neck, cutting his jugular. His blood gushed out onto the ground and he gurgled, thrashing in Jess’s arms. She pushed his body away disgustedly and glanced quickly at Nicholas. “We do not have much time. If they smell blood, it’s all over. For them and us.”

You’re right, there’s not much time at all.”

Startled, Nicholas looked behind him to see a dark shape step out of the night. He blended in with the darkness, and only his green Wolf eyes glistened out of the night. Nicholas’s hand was on his weapon ready to go, but Jess remained calm.

Darvish?” she asked comfortably.

The man turned to her and flashed sharp, white teeth, reminding Nicholas of what they could do when in Wolf form.

Ah, you’ve heard of me,” he said. “And I know you, Red. But this is not the time for pleasantries. If you want your friends, they’re being kept in the tent closest to the middle. You’ll know it because it bears Nigel’s flag.”

Nicholas squinted against the glare of the torches lit around the camp, and sure enough, there it was.

Why should we trust you?” Jess asked warily, her eyes narrowed and her stance defensive.

Nicholas too was wary of this Wolf. But for whatever reason, Story seemed to have some sort of trust in the man. She’d told them what had happened when she’d been captured. They really didn’t have any alternatives. They couldn’t pick off the Wolves one-by-one, there were too many. And eventually, the smell of blood would reach the Wolves and then they’d be dead.

Because, Little Red, Story told you to, didn’t she? And really, I think you’re out of options. If the wind changes, the smell will bring them down on you so fast you won’t know what’s coming.”

Jess, we have to trust him right now, we don’t have a choice.”

You have no idea how much I would really like to kill you,” Jess told the Wolf. “It’s boiling my blood, but Nicholas is right. So how do you suggest we get in there? It’s completely guarded by a hoard of Wolves.” Nicholas could almost hear the arch of her brow.

It’s strategically impossible,” Nicholas agreed shaking his head, dismay falling over him. They couldn’t leave Ninian and Jemma to the Wolves.

Darvish smiled. “It just so happens that a Daughter of the Will is staying with us right now, and she was nice enough to whip me up an Incognitos Silver Bell draught.”

Don’t move,” a voice whispered from behind Darvish, and Nicholas saw Lance, face grimly set in the moonlight, nudge him with a long sword. “Unless you want to die.”

Kestrel suddenly appeared beside Jess. “We must go now; I’ll kill him.”

No,” Nicholas whispered vehemently. “He’s on our side. Lay down your arms, Lance.”

The Pegasus prince hesitated, obviously torn by the command. But with a nod from Jess, the expert on all things Big Bad, he listened. Nicholas could tell it cost Jess to give a Big Bad her safety approval.

Story told us to trust him,” Nicholas said, turning back to Darvish, who stepped away from Lance and eyed the Pegasus Prince and his queen with wariness.

So Ninian gave you some potion, how will it help us?” Jess continued with the questioning.

Smiling now that a knife was no longer in his back, Darvish chuckled. “I will send out two from my ranks to different areas of the perimeter. Dispatch of them, but don’t kill them. And do not draw blood. Once you have, take a drop of their saliva and put one in each potion. Then drink it.”

Beside Nicholas, Jess made a gagging noise.

You will take on their likeness. I will then send out two more men, who you must do the same to, except this time, do not drink. Save your vials and head back down into camp. One of you go into the tent and give Ninian and Jemma each a vial. If anyone asks why you’re going into the prisoners’ tent, tell them Darvish told you to see to their wounds. I’m the closest thing the pack has to a doctor. Say that the better kept they are, the more fight they’ll put up later on when Brink lets us have them.

As soon as you can, get out of camp. Got it? Oh, and one more thing. Don’t get separated from each other or the potion will lose its power.”

They nodded in response and Jess jerked her head at Kestrel. “We’ll meet you by the hollowed tree we saw up the hill. If you hear the hunting howl, get out.”

Kestrel shook her head. “No way, Jess, my mother is in there, I should be going with you.”

No,” Jess said with such authority, Nicholas could see why the Wolves were scared of her. She wasn’t afraid of much. “You may be a queen in your own right, and I understand it’s your mother, but this is my territory. I’m the Little Red Riding Hood here, and I’ve trained to kill these monsters my entire life. And Nicholas knows them—he has spent more time with them than even I have. We go. You stay here. Her tone brooked no argument, and Kestrel nodded her assent, although he could tell she wasn’t happy. Too many alpha females. It was amazing they all got on so well, Nicholas grimaced.

Besides, you have a little boy that needs his mother, so stay alive another day, Kestrel.”

Although Kestrel still seemed unconvinced, Lance appeared to like the plan, relief smoothing his handsome features as he took her arm. “Let’s go,” he murmured.

The rest of them watched as the couple headed back into the brush. Darvish was unabashedly grinning in the darkness, his strange canine greens almost glowing as bright as Bliss’s eyes sometimes did.

What are you smiling at?” Jess growled at him.

Darvish chuckled and shook his head. “Just you, Little Red.”

Jess’s face twisted into a snarl, but Darvish winked a gleaming Wolf eye and nodded. “They’ll be up soon. Be on the lookout.”

Oh, I will,” Jess hissed. “I will.”

Chuckling, Darvish walked down the hill, leaving them to hide and wait. “Green, but he’s annoying,” Jess muttered as they crawled back into the brush, obscuring themselves from view. “I don’t know why Story wouldn’t let me just kill him.”

She was silent for a moment and then glanced at Nicholas. “You ready for this, Wolf lover?”

Oh, I think you’ll find I don’t love them so much.”

The night grew silent after their final exchange, with only the sounds of an occasional animal moving or insect chirping, but even insects didn’t like to be too close to the Wolves. Jess’s breathing was imperceptible to the ear, but then he guessed it was all part of being a predator herself.

They were crouched down in the brush for only a few more minutes before they heard the footfalls and the two Big Bads stealthily making their way up the hill. From what Nicholas could hear, they were in man form, and for that he was thankful. They were much more lethal as Wolves, and if Nicholas and Jess could get the jump on them, they might be able to dispatch them before they had time to change form.

Nicholas could see now that Darvish had sent up some of the scrawnier Big Bads, and he started to wonder what the story was with this Big Bad Wolf. In his experience, Wolves didn’t help the good guys.

I don’t smell nothing,” the skinnier of the two said in a canine-like whine.

The stockier shape grunted. “I’d rather be back at the tent where the witch is being kept. I think I’d like to get a little taste of her.”

They were drawing closer when the shorter one sniffed the air. “Hey, you smell that?”

Lanky stopped and took a big long sniff in as well. “Yah, it smells like . . . ”

Jess glanced at Nicholas and in fluid motion, she was up on her feet, stepping behind the shorter one as if in a dance. Her hands sailed through the night like white hands of judgment as she grasped his neck and snapped it.

Me,” she finished his sentence with a scary smile.

Lanky’s eyes rolled back as if he sensed a predator stronger than he, but Nicholas was on him before he could react. Taking the blunt end of his dagger, Nicholas conked him on the head hard enough to knock him out.

Get his saliva,” Jess commanded.

Nicholas put a vial near his Wolf’s mouth as Jess did the same with hers, and he was able to collect a drop as the Wolf drooled in his unconscious state. Shaking the mixture, Nicholas turned back to Jess.

Darvish said not to kill them,” he hissed.

No,” Jess said with a smug smile before she downed her drink, her face twisting in distaste before she looked back at him. “He just said ‘don’t draw blood.’”

And he also said ‘don’t kill them.’” He clenched his jaw, wanting to shake her.

She shrugged carelessly. “Ooops. Oh well, too late now.” She laughed to herself. “We already killed one, what’s one more?”

Nicholas felt himself begin to change, a tingling sensation like he’d felt when Ninian had given them the Incognitos Silver Bell petals before. “Don’t kill the next ones,” he retorted as they hid once more after dragging the bodies out of sight. Nicholas only hoped the Wolves wouldn’t catch the scent of death before they could get the jump on them.

Jess said nothing as they waited, which was a little bit longer than the previous time. But soon enough came two more. These ones were also not very big, but they seemed less stupid. That was until he noticed one was walking with a bit of a sloppy swagger, lacking the grace that made Wolves such great hunters.

As they got closer, Nicholas smelled a whiff of alcohol and grinned. The Wolves might be bigger, but Darvish had sent them up a drunk.

Don’t know why I hash to come, I’s jest fine where I was,” whined the inebriated Wolf in a half-slur.

The other guy, with an average build, shrugged. He didn’t seem overly concerned about being backed up by a drunk Wolf, and he looked as if he was about to turn back around before they even got close enough. But he suddenly stopped and sniffed, a slow growl sounding in the back of his throat.

Wa’s ish it?” the other one drawled, looking around with hooded yellow eyes in the night, his movements slow and sluggish.

Jess jerked her head at the sober one, staking her intent to take him. Before Nicholas could protest, she was out of the brush and on him, but this Wolf was more alert than their previous victims and he blocked her assault, sending her dagger flying into the grass. Nicholas took the moment to grab the drunk Wolf, who only seemed to comprehend what was happening as Nicholas brought his sword down and easily dispatched him with a thud to his skull.

He turned, hoping to find the other on the ground as well, but Jess was struggling. This Wolf was stronger than he looked and was blocking all her attacks, stopping her roundhouse kick in mid-air with his massive hands. The Big Bad leered at her surprise and sent her flying through the air. Nicholas looked for an in, feeling the urgency to quell the disturbance on the hill before they were noticed. He flew toward the Wolf. His opponent reared up, and Nicholas felt the impact of the Wolf’s feet to his chest, his breath gasped out of him as he lost it and went flying to the ground. His chest heaved as he tried to suck in air, but all he could hear was the sound of his own wheezing. He was too late—the Big Bad was morphing into beast form, and once he changed, there was no way Nicholas would be able to defeat him. The Wolf would send out a howl and the entire horde would be after them.

Helpless, Nicholas glanced over to Jess, who was staring at him as if she’d never seen a Wolf before. All he could manage was a gasp and a wild gesture. “Wolf—you kill . . . Birthright.”

She appeared confused, her skin tight against her face in the pale moonlight, but he saw her steel eyes gather storm. In the moments a Wolf changes, there is a lapse where he is vulnerable, and she took the opportunity. Rising to her feet in one swift leap, she released her sword. It went singing through the air with a whisper of steel on the breeze, the razor edge sweeping the Wolf’s head from his neck just as the change completed. So much for not drawing blood, Nicholas winced.

Dammit Jess, more death, and now blood?” He got up from where he’d fallen, his breath collected, and he quickly gathered the saliva needed from the decapitated head.

We’ll have to bury him,” she whispered calmly, her confidence seemingly restored. “It will help mask the scent.”

Nicholas didn’t argue. It was a good idea, but they’d have to work fast or else all their trouble would be for nothing. Without speaking, the two gathered the head and the body, dragging them as far away as they dared. Then, using sharp rocks, they proceeded to dig as much as they could. They soon realized they weren’t going to get very far without a shovel, but figured they could gather as much leaves and grass as possible, cover the body, and hide the scent that way.

When they were done, the shape in the darkness merely looked like a mound of grass and branches, camouflaged as it was against the tall brush.

Well?” Nicholas turned toward her as she sniffed the air. One of her gifts as a Riding Hood was her ability to smell as well as a Wolf.

It’s better. Plus, I’m looking for the smell. It will work well enough that it won’t alert anyone in camp. But if anyone comes out this way, they’ll smell it for sure. We’d best get going.”

Nicholas nodded. “Don’t leave my side. If we’re separated we’ll change back.”

I don’t remember Darvish saying that,” she whispered back.

Yeah, just like you don’t remember him saying not to kill anyone?”

Jess was silent as they started down the hill, and Nicholas felt bad for a moment, but he was too busy concentrating on walking like a stealthy Wolf.

As they entered the compound, Nicholas made himself remember what it was like to travel with the Wolves. A feeling of calm washed over him as he pretended he was just a boy and they would never dare touch him.

Jess looked every bit the role, sauntering past other Wolves with a sneer and a nod here and there. Plus, she had already been gifted with their preternatural grace. Nicholas was assaulted by the smell of Wolf―he forgot how strong it could be. It was musky, with the faintest hint of sulfur. They were everywhere, laughing and talking. Nicholas glanced to his side as they walked past a ring of men shouting. A small crowd was making wagers over two Big Bads in Wolf form, who lunged and snarled at one another. Wolf fights.

Hey Barton!” Nicholas was focused on the tent ahead of them, the one flying Nigel’s flag only ten feet in the distance. It was simple, purple for the color of Wolf royalty. As alpha, Nigel had taken on the role of leadership to his pack, but he had also somehow grown his pack to hundreds, which was pretty much unheard of.

Barton!” The shout came again and Jess elbowed Nicholas, who turned toward the voice.

Yeah?” he called back, doing his best to impersonate the whininess of the real Barton’s voice.

You want to wager tonight?” called the man. Nicholas had never seen him before, but he could see there was viciousness in his Wolf eyes. He was also tall, maybe six-foot-eleven, the tallest Nicholas had ever seen. He imagined with an inward shudder that he must be massive when in Wolf form.

Nah, not tonight, I’ve got me some drinking to do.”

The big man laughed. “Next time then,” he said with a slow growl and turned back to the crowd. Nicholas and Jess shared a nonchalant glance, but he didn’t need her to tell him. That was the new alpha in town, and he looked scary. And unfortunately, he was awfully close to the tent they needed to get to.


Sounds good, right? 🙂 Here’s what you need to do to enter for a chance of winning one of three eBook-copies of Fractured Dream:

Comment on this post by stating you’d like to enter, and then tweet -yep, that’s right, TWEET- the following: “I entered the #FracturedDream by @KM_Randall giveaway on @DavesFandSFW’s blog” or something similar. The hashtag should be included, as well as the author’s twitter handle and my own. 🙂 The giveaway is open to every single person on the planet, so get those entries in!

The giveaway will run from today until the Friday the 27th of June (3 weeks to enter for 3 eBooks), and I’ll announce the winners here on Monday the 30th. 🙂

Got all that? Good stuff!



Posted by on June 6, 2014 in Giveaways, Spotlight


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A Thousand Perfect Things by Kay Kenyon: Blog Tour, Excerpt and Giveaway!

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As soon as I heard about this novel I was supremely interested – the melding of genres in this novel grabbed my attention and it’s definitely been a novel I’ve been looking forward to. So you can imagine how happy I was when I received a message inviting me to join in the Blog Tour advertising and celebrating the novel’s release. 🙂

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Thanks to the great people behind ‘A Thousand Perfect Things’ at Premier Digital Marketing and Kay Kenyon, I’ve got an excerpt of the book for you reading pleasure (plus a GIVEAWAY!). 🙂 So, without keeping you waiting further, here’s the excerpt:


She met Jessa on the walkway between the greenhouse cottage and the great house.

“A visitor!” Jessa declared, waving a note. “Arriving this afternoon.”


“Captain Edmond Muir-Smith. He’s coming to visit Papa.”

Tori vaguely remembered that a Muir-Smith had served under her father in the Pict campaign.

Jessa’s color was high. “Mama’s in a tempest, though he’s just an army officer. One to whom I suppose papa will try to marry me off.”

With her sister’s recent broken engagement tarnishing her prospects, any eligible male visitor raised immediate interest. “How old is this one?”

“Twenty-eight. A captain in the King’s Company of the fusiliers. And he’s taller than I am.”

Tori felt a smile break out. “How long do we have to tear apart the closet to find something to wear?”

Jessa grinned. “Not long enough.”

Looking at her sister, Tori could not imagine that she wouldn’t impress the captain no matter what she wore, with her light brown tresses framing a heart-shaped face.

Looking back toward the library, Tori said, “I’ll be right up.”

As Jessa ran off, Tori paused, glancing up at the sycamore tree. It always managed to gather shadows this time of day. With its flaking bark and patches of dusty green algae it was easy to see in it something that wasn’t there.

Oh, but this time, it was. Her throat went dry.

It perched on a branch quite close to the trunk of the nearest tree. At first impression, it was an owl with bluish purple feathers. Its rotund body was very bird-like, but it wasn’t a natural creature, not with that visage. The face was almost human. A bulbous nose flabbed down the length of its face so that both human and owl aspects were equally repugnant.

Its head rotated around to her. Large eyes, chillingly light-filled, met hers. She backed up a step. It was . . . it had to be, a manifestation of magic. Do not be afraid, she charged herself.

She shivered under that maladroit gaze. Sometimes magic killed, Anglics had come to learn. Such visitations were called contagions, a term that so perfectly represented Anglic fear of the unscientific. Sometimes contagions presaged a malign event: for example the disaster in Oxfordshire when the train went off its tracks and went four miles before plunging over a cliff. But that said nothing about magic as a practice, for any endeavor might be turned to horrid purpose by those who abused knowledge. She did not wish to judge the intrusion in the sycamore. But the face . . .

It looked away, as though to prove it had other business. But then, slowly, the head swiveled back in her direction. Her stomach tightened. Oh, it looked at her. Assessed her. She yanked her gaze away, lest its eyes drag something out of her–she knew not what.

Why had it come? Oh, leave us in peace, she wanted to plead, but found herself unable to speak. Backing up, she felt a most unseemly haste to be away from it, and turning, rushed up the walkway.


Here are the details for the tour – make sure to check out each excerpt and the interviews with Kay, as they come up!

Tour Schedule

The Blog-Tour kicked off on the 28th of August, and these are the posts that have already hit the internet:

Aug 28. Asteria’s Blog  – Review and Giveaway

Aug 29. Behind a Million and One Pages –  Excerpt and Giveaway

Sept 1 Author Jonathan Ryan – Excerpt and Giveaway

Sept 2. Chirenjenzie – Favorite Pinterest Pins and Giveaway

Sept 3. Dave-Brendon’s Fantasy and Sci-Fi Weblog – Excerpt and Giveaway

Coming up after this post, you can look forward to the following:

Sept 4. Mindy Ruiz – Excerpt and Giveaway

Sept 5. Elizabeth Isaacs’ Blog – Excerpt and Giveaway

Sept 6. Hooked in a Book – Excerpt and Giveaway

Sept 7. BlKosiner’s Book Blog– Interview!

Sept 8. Delphina reads too much – Featured Article and Giveaway!

Sept 9. A Dribble of Ink –  Featured Article!

Sept 10.Lilliputian’s Journey – Excerpt and Giveaway

Sept 11. Mom With A Kindle – Interview!

Sept 12. A Dragon’s Love – Excerpt and Giveaway!

As soon as I get a copy of this intriguing novel I’ll be reading it, so expect a review sometime soon. 🙂

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Remember to check out Kay’s website for all the info you’ll need about her and her work, including the SF quartet loved and praised by everyone who’s read it, ‘The Entire and the Rose‘, which kicked off with ‘Bright of the Sky‘.

You can also connect with Kay just about everywhere else:

And before you leave, can I tempt you with winning a signed copy of ‘A Thousand Perfect Things’ *AND* a $50 gift card? I thought I could! Follow this link to Rafflecopter to enter the giveaway! It ends at midnight on the 12th of September, so get your entries in!

Until next time,



Posted by on September 3, 2013 in Announcements, Blog Tour


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Review and Giveaway: The Long Earth by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter

Thanks to the kindness and awesomeness of the folks at Random House Struik I’ve got one hardcover copy of The Long Earth to giveaway – but more on that later; let’s get to the review, shall we?

Right, confession time: I’ve only ever read The Bromeliad, Only You Can Save the World, and The Colour of Magic by Sir Terry Pratchett, and Good Omens, which he wrote with Neil Gaiman; and none of Stephen Baxter’s work. Why? Well, I read The Colour of Magic just as I was graduating from David Eddings’ The Belgariad to heavier stuff, and I guess the Discworld novels just fell by the wayside, unfortunately. Might also have to do with the fact that I can’t watch a lot of comedy or satire – it just builds up to the degree that I get saturated, so I try to keep that from happening. And with Stephen’s work, well, in the time that I’ve been a bookseller his work just hasn’t been on the shelf as much as it should have been, so my exposure to his novels has been very limited.

But anyway, six ‘may the Force be with you’s’ and on I go, 😉

The Long Earth was, I know, a book that garnered plenty of attention – back when I first heard of it I thought that it would definitely be an interesting read – combining the satirical and comedic abilities of Pratchett with the SF-brain of Baxter seemed like something unique to me and was sure to be a sought-after novel. And when I began reading it I was definitely intrigued and interested.

The Long Earth takes the parallel-Earth idea to an entirely wide-spread level, because instead of ‘the world next door’ being opened to a select few scientists and marines, ‘the worlds next door’ have been opened to practically all of humanity, to anyone who can ‘step’ from our world, the Datum, to the worlds ‘beside’ it. And the story focuses on one person, Joshua, as he explores not only the Long Earths but his peculiar attunement to these new Earths.

Joshua as a character is interesting – because of something that happened, basically, at the moment of his birth, he’s not like the rest of humanity – he’s not the prophesied ‘One’, not different in that way, but he’s different enough to draw the kind of attention that follows him throughout his life. And because of this ‘difference’ he feels that he doesn’t quite fit in. He meets up with a peculiar character named Lobsang who convinces him to become part of an expedition to ‘map’ the Long Earths, to discover what there is out there, to go further than anyone else has ever gone, and this gives Joshua a sense of purpose that sees him grow throughout the novel. There are a couple of other characters in the novel but none of them have the importance in it that Joshua does, one of the most notable being Monica Jansson, who I’ll come back to later.

There were also some character-spotlights, I’ll call them, that served to explain what kind of effect the emergence of the Long Earths had on people – and I ended up really enjoying these spotlights because they showed, to a much greater degree than with Joshua, how the Long Earths affected people – who saw it as an opportunity to move toward a better way of life; who saw it as a new way of exploiting the environment; who became so captured by the Long Earths that they just couldn’t settle down anymore because there was suddenly so much more within stepping distance. I actually wouldn’t have minded at all if the entire book consisted of these spotlights, that’s how much I enjoyed them. 🙂

Some of the ideas that the book deals with were also very interesting, such as: if practically everyone on the planet can have their own Earth, why settle for an apartment that you’re struggling to pay for; why work for money, or even work, at all; how can governments tell their citizens to stay when you only need to take a step into a place where you don’t have to pay taxes, where you don’t owe anyone or anyplace money, where there’s no traffic, no smog, no pollution, no over-crowding – and no crime; basically, what the Long Earths do to society. Very interesting thoughts to think while reading this novel. 🙂

Plot-wise, The Long Earth unfortunately disappointed me. 😦 Throughout the novel there was a definite sense of something coming, a danger building, which made Joshua’s and Lobsang’s mission that much more important, and as they stepped from Earth to Earth the hints about this danger -and how it was affecting the Long Earths- really held my attention; combine that with the novel’s easy-reading style and this meant that I was flipping the pages constantly. But when the ‘climax’ came I felt a bit let-down, almost cheated – the idea of the climax, and the danger that Joshua and Lobsang have been trying to find out about, is an interesting one, but it just didn’t have the impact I was expecting. Also, there was another, smaller climax in the novel that had, confusingly, a bigger impact than the ‘big’ climax – at least, that’s my opinion. Monica Jansson is part of this smaller, though almost more important, climax.

It’s as if the idea for this novel -millions upon millions of new Earths to explore- was simply too big, perhaps even too complex, to enjoy in one novel, as if this idea should perhaps be part of a shared-world novel series because there are just so many stories to tell that there isn’t any one story. Almost as if the idea took over the novel – I guess that’s the closest to articulating my thoughts about The Long Earth as I can get. (Oh wait, The Long Earth is the first of two novels? I honestly didn’t know that.)

Don’t get me wrong – The Long Earth is entertaining, pacey, surprising and interesting and it seems to me that both authors did a brilliant job of balancing what they both brought -as individual writers- to the table (there are plenty of genuinely funny moments), but I just can’t shake the feeling that The Long Earth as an idea is just too big, almost too chaotic, to have made the novel work has it should have.

I still recommended that you read it, though – we who review books aren’t the be-all and end-all with regards to opinions, and I certainly don’t want to make up your mind for you. It may very well be that I just haven’t read enough Pratchett and Baxter to truly appreciate this book, and if that’s the case then all I can say is, “Oh well”. 🙂 Please do check it out – it’s an event when two authors such as these get together to write a book. 🙂

7 / 10

To order your copies of The Long Earth, click here for Amazon US, here for Amazon UK, and here if you’re in South Africa. 🙂 And in case you haven’t heard of Sir Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter, click on their names to head off to their websites. 🙂

Now, to the giveaway: As I said, I’ve got one hardcover copy of The Long Earth to giveaway. This giveaway is limited to readers in South Africa (postage is a killer for us, folks, sorry!) and all you need to do to enter is to leave a comment on this post. The giveaway will run from today (10 October) till 25 October – that gives you guys and girls plenty of time to get your entries in! 🙂 The winner will be announced on 26 October after I drawn the name via 🙂

Good luck to all the entrants! 🙂



Posted by on October 10, 2012 in Giveaways, Reviews


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Review & Giveaway: Pure by Julianna Baggott

Even though I read this novel a couple of months ago it still sticks in my mind – it’s that kind of mingling of characters, descriptions, situations and the emotions they evoke that is truly memorable, and I thought I’d state that first, since there aren’t many novels out there that remain truly memorable, and those that do are elevated to a higher class of novel.

Pure follows the stories of two characters; one of them lives in a world that has been over the brink – she scratches a living from the burned-out and shattered remnants of a society and civilization she barely remembers, while the other (a Pure) lives a life of ritual, routine and, above all, safety. His is a world in which he doesn’t have to worry about shelter and food, but there are other things that come to represent threats against his life and all he’s known.

As the novel progresses these two characters move closer and closer to meeting each other, and their respective worlds emerge, promising that the ‘clash’ when the two meet will be something profound – and it is. It’s a clash of philosophies, outlooks, judgments, even memories, and no-one involved is left unscathed. But it’s also a clash of worlds, since the two central characters live in worlds that are so incredibly different.
As far as the ‘world’ of this novel goes, it’s an interesting and terrifying place. The people who are not Pure live with daily dangers that make day-to-day survival a fraught experience. Most have been marked and changed –and not only mentally and emotionally- by the events that destroyed civilization, and some of the physical changes are truly strange and weird. The thing I liked most about this was that there was no definite purpose go the changes – there’s nothing of ‘this change helped this person be faster or stronger’ etc. and that brought a great degree of randomness to the people in the tale. Others, of course, become incredibly dangerous because of the changes, but I’ll let you discover that on your own. 🙂

Focusing on the characters we’ve got two people from different backgrounds who believe different things; the one thing they have in common is the world they used to live in, and even this is commonality is subject to different memories and ideas. Both of them grow and change as the novel progresses, and both journeys were important – that’s to say, one didn’t seem more important than the other, there was no ‘lead’ character in this tale. Because of that I found myself constantly curious as to what would happen to them, there was no skipping scenes or chapters to get to the character I most wanted to read about because both were equally great and interesting.

The writing flows beautifully although there’s always an undercurrent of danger and sadness, and the descriptions never overwhelmed. I can totally understand why Justin Cronin loved this novel, and, I have to admit, his love of the novel was the main reason why I read this book. I can safely say that I’ll always trust his judgement. 🙂

Pure is the first novel in a trilogy but there’s an ‘ending’ to the novel, a closing of circles, that was satisfying and also managed to leave me curious in certain aspects; Julianna doesn’t tell us everything, which I’m grateful for, since that means there’s plenty more she can do in the next two books to further flesh out and fill this world that she’s created. But the point that the two characters reach is an ending – no cliffhangers here. 🙂

All in all, Pure was a wonderful read, showing both the darker aspects of human nature and the best, and plays with the ‘greater good’ idea to an extent that I couldn’t really decide on which side of the fence I fell. Also, memory and our perception of it was also used in this novel and is one of the most important aspects of it. I highly recommend Pure to anyone who likes character-driven fiction in which the questions and the journey are not as important as the answers and the destination. It’s a great, heartfelt tale against a beautifully sad backdrop and I’m definitely looking forward to the rest of the trilogy.

9 / 10

To order your copies of Pure, click here for Amazon US and here for Amazon UK; if you’re in South African you can order your copies from Exclusive Books here. If you want more info on Julianna and her work thus far, check out her website.

And for those readers in South Africa who would like to try their luck, I’m running a giveaway for one hardcover copy of Pure, thanks to Julianna and her publishers. 🙂 To enter, all you have to do is leave your name in the comments-section below. I’ll run the giveaway from today (11 July 2012) until 25 July 2012, with the winner drawn and announced on the 26th. I’ll choose the winner via on that day. Please, entrants from South Africa only – the postage is an absolute killer elsewise!

Until next time,

P.S. For those who have already read and loved Pure, the second book in the trilogy, Fuse, will be out Feb next year – so make the late March for us readers here in SA. 🙂


Posted by on July 11, 2012 in Reviews


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Christopher Paolini Giveaway Winner!

That’s right, it’s time to announce the winner of the set of Inheritance Cycle novels – Eragon, Eldest and Brisingr!

Don’t forget, Inheritance, the final book in the Cycle, is available right now, so get to you closest Exclusive Books and grab your copy!

Without further ado, let’s get to announcing the winner!

Remember, there were entries on the blog as well as pre-order entries in-store, and I’ll be using to draw the winner. 🙂

There were a total of 33 entries, (combining blog-entries and in-store pre-orders), and the winner is……!!!!!

Mr Van der Schyff, who pre-ordered the book in-store! Congratulations!! 🙂 Your copy of Inheritance is waiting for you at Exclusive Books Kolonnade, as well as the copies of Eragon, Eldest and Brisingr that you’ve won. 🙂

We had a total of 33 entries for this giveaway and we thank each and every one of you for taking the time to take a chance; hopefully the success of this giveaway will lead to many more. 🙂

Until next time,

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Posted by on November 8, 2011 in Giveaways


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Giveaway: First 3 Books in The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini

Hey everyone!

Yep, in conjunction with Exclusive Books Kolonnade I’m running a giveaway for one set of the first three novels in Christopher Paolini’s Inheritance Cycle – Eragon, Eldest and Brisingr. 🙂

As you all probably know, the final book in the series, titled Inheritance, will be released world-wide on the 8th of November of this year, bringing to a close one of the most popular (even in spite of a terrible big-screen adaptation) Fantasy series in the world.

Random House Struik (the South African division of Random House) have been kind enough to supply me with a set of the first three books, and as I’m a bookseller, too, I’ll be running the giveaway on the blog and in-store, simultaneously. What does that mean? Well, you can either enter here on the blog, or if you’re heading into Exclusive Books Kolonnade any time soon (but before the 8th of November) you can enter in-store.

As I’d like to get as many entries as possible for this giveaway I’m not going to make it difficult to enter:

If you’d like to enter here on the blog, all you need to do is leave a comment on this post with your name and email address so that I can contact the winner once the giveaway ends. Entries are limited to people in South Africa, please – postage is hectically expensive!

If you’d like to enter in-store, all you need to do is pre-order a copy of Inheritance – your contact details will be taken by the booksellers.

Entries close on the 7th of November at 11PM – the winner will be announced here on the blog (be it someone who entered here or someone who entered in-store) and in-store on the 8th of November as soon as we start opening the boxes. The winner will be chosen by me by running the amount of entries through, just so everyone knows it’s fair. 🙂

Please note: I’ve only got one set to giveaway – if the winner is one of those who left a comment on the blog, the set will be posted through to you. If the winner is one of the people who pre-ordered Inheritance in-store, the winner will be notified via a phone-call and will be able to pick up the prize at their convenience.

Exclusive Books Kolonnade is situated in the Kolonnade Shopping Centre on Zambezi Drive in Montana Park, Pretoria, on the first floor close to the Ster Kinekor entrance.

So there we go – you can enter here on the blog or in-store, and the winner will be notified and announced on the 8th – Release Day!

Until next time,


Posted by on October 28, 2011 in Giveaways


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Giveaway Winner: A Matter of Blood by Sarah Pinborough

A winner has been drawn! 🙂

Thanks to all the entrants! I wish I could give you all prizes but unfortunately, well… 😉

Anyway, without further a-do, the winner of the first book in Sarah’s The Dog-Faced Gods trilogy is >>>

Kahlan! 🙂 Your copy will be on its way to you as soon as I’ve got your address. 🙂 Congrats!

Since the year is almost done, I’ll be commencing with giveaways again next year – and I’ve got some awesome stuff to giveaway, trust me! 🙂

Thanks again to all the entrants, you guys rock! To tide you over, here’s the cover-art for Book 2 in the trilogy, The Shadow of the Soul, which will be published in April 2011:


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Posted by on December 16, 2010 in Giveaways


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Giveaway: The Dog-Faced Gods Book 1 – A Matter of Blood by Sarah Pinborough

If you guessed correctly from last night’s tidbit, good for you. 🙂 I’ve got an extra copy of Sarah’s novel and I’m looking forward to reading it myself, but I figured that just because I haven’t read it yet doesn’t mean that I can’t give someone else the chance. 🙂

Here’s some info about the book:

The recession that grips the world has left it exhausted. Crime is rising in every major city. Financial institutions across the world have collapsed, and most governments are now in debt to The Bank, a company created by the world’s wealthiest men. But Detective Inspector Cass Jones has enough on his plate without worrying about the world at large. His marriage is crumbling, he’s haunted by the deeds of his past, and he’s got the high-profile shooting of two schoolboys to solve – not to mention tracking down a serial killer who calls himself the Man of Flies. Then Cass Jones’ personal world is thrown into disarray when his brother shoots his own wife and child before committing suicide – leaving Cass implicated in their deaths. And when he starts seeing silent visions of his dead brother, it’s time for the suspended DI to go on the hunt himself – only to discover that all three cases are linked . . . As Jones is forced to examine his own family history, three questions keep reappearing: what disturbed his brother so badly in his final few weeks? Who are the shadowy people behind The Bank? And, most importantly, what do they want with DI Cass Jones?

If you’d like more info about Sarah and her work, check out her website here; Sarah’s also busy with a YA Fantasy series (under the pseudonym Sarah Silverwood), the first book of which, The Double-Edged Sword, is also already available.

Okay, here’s what you need to do to enter the giveaway, and the rules:

1) South African entrants, in South Africa, only! Postage costs are hectic and I just cannot afford to open the contest to the world.

2) To enter all you need to do is comment on the post; I’ll contact the winner by email to get address details at the end of the giveaway.

3) The giveaway starts today and the winner’s name will be posted on the 16th of December. (I’ll choose the winner’s name using So that gives you a month to enter!

4) If I get less than 10 entries I’ll scrap this giveaway and run it again in the future; I’ve run giveaways before that have received very poor responses, and then a giveaway just becomes embarrassing.

If you can’t enter the giveaway and would like to read Sarah’s work. check out the following links: A Matter of Blood (Amazon UK), The Double-Edged Sword (Amazon UK).

Spread the news far and wide! 🙂 I’ll be brining you guys a giveaway every month if I can pull it off!

Good luck to you, and



Posted by on November 16, 2010 in Giveaways


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Giveaways: The King’s Bastard Winner!

The time has come to announce the winner of Rowen Cory Daniel’s The King’s Bastard, Book 1 in the King Rolen’s Kin trilogy!

There were a total of 16 entrants – the best repsonse I’ve had yet! Unfortunately, there can only be one winner (chosen with the help of and that winner is…. (!drumroll!)

Cassius! Congrats! 🙂

Your shiny new book will be with you shortly! 🙂 Thanks to all the participants – hope you all get to win a book some time in the future. 🙂

Your next chance begins tomorrow morning, in fact! 🙂 So if you don’t want to miss it, become an email-subscriber of the blog or just add the blog to your RSS Feeds. 🙂

Until tomorrow,


P.S. Want a hint of what I’ll be giving away next? Follow this link!

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Posted by on November 15, 2010 in Announcements, Giveaways



Giveaway: The Chronicles of King Rolen’s Kin Book 1: The King’s Bastard by Rowena Cory Daniels

Hey Guys and Girls,

I’m running another giveaway! 🙂 The cool thing about this giveaway is that I’m giving away the first novel in a trilogy and books 2 and 3 (The Uncrowned King and The Usurper, respectively) are available! So don’t have to wait to be able to read the entire series. 🙂

Check out this book trailer:

Want more info about the series? Check out this link.

Now, rules for the giveaway:

1) South African entrants, in South Africa, only! Postage costs are hectic and I just cannot afford to open the contest to the world.

2) To enter all you need to do is comment on the post; I’ll contact the winner by email to get address details at the end of the giveaway.

3) The giveaway starts today and the winner’s name will be posted on the 15th of November. (I’ll choose the winner’s name using So that gives you a month to enter! 🙂

4) If I get less than 10 entries I’ll scrap this giveaway and run it again in the future; I’ve run giveaways before that have received very poor responses, and then a giveaway just becomes embarrassing.

There we go! Start sending your entries in! 🙂



Posted by on October 15, 2010 in Giveaways


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